09 August 2009

i'm sitting here drinking tea, naturally, and reflecting.am i sad that i'm leaving? i can't decide.will i miss even the slightest thing about home? yes.will i survive without my dogs? hardly.will my outlet be music, photography, or running? probably music.every time i remind myself that i am indeed leaving everything, i get a knot in my stomach.i'm afraid i'll come back very different; or worse, very much the same.i hope i can continue blogging while i'm away. maybe this will be my outlet.i'll be seeing you.listen: there goes the fear by doves